#sildar

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Midsummer festival on the Bureau Quad!

Brick pleading with the enemy... much to the dismay of Baileys and Briar.

A/N: PLEASE ENJOY MY BB GIRL’S PAIN. TALNAH IS CUTE AND I LOVE HER (Talnah also has a RP blog if anyone is interested~! Sorry I’m done with the self-promoting XD) ~ Rue

Word Count: 1039

Everyone handles grief in different ways. It’s only natural. Some are vocal about their grief, while others remain quiet. This fact remains true across the board for all species, even tieflings. However, Talnah and Ea hadn’t expected that they’d have to deal with the loss of their comrade so soon.

Talnah hadn’t stopped crying since the funeral. She had been a wreck since Sildar died. Growing up in a noble household, she had never experienced such heartache before. It was unbearable, and she didn’t want to deal with it. It was because of Sildar that she felt she belonged somewhere. All of his stories and tales of Waters Deep gave her hope that she would finally belong somewhere. Hearing about how much he adored their tiefling leader actually made Talnah think that she wouldn’t feel like such an outsider there. Talnah was supposed to go to Waters Deep with Sildar, he was supposed to go back to the home he loved so much. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that he was going back in a casket. It wasn’t fair that she had to watch them put him in the ground. It wasn’t fair that-

Another sob tore itself from her throat. Talnah knew that her comrades could probably hear her, but she refused to let them in. She didn’t want them to see her. She didn’t want them to ask questions. If they did everything would pour out like a waterfall. All of her fears, concerns, and worries. They didn’t need that. The only one she’d be comfortable with was Sildar….Maybe…. But now….

All she could do now was pray to the gods that they’d take care of him. Talnah was desperate for some form of relief, for some form of comfort. It didn’t seem like any would ever come. She buried her face in her soaked pillow and tried to stop the tears from falling. The young tiefling didn’t think that she’d ever forget Sildar. She didn’t want to. The heart could only take so much and Talnah’s was at its breaking point. She wanted the gods to take the ache away, to take her tears away, to take her pain away.

Could she have done anything different?

Could she have saved Sildar?

No. Nonononono. This couldn’t have been her fault. There was no way this was her fault. The man who killed Sildar was a fault. His face haunted her dreams. The way his sword came down on Sildar and-

Her spell had come too late. The man went flying back, but damage had already been done. She hated that man…. She hated him more than anything. Talnah had never felt hate before, she never wanted to experience it but he had taken that from her too. That man had taken so much from her and she didn’t know if she could ever forgive him….

Talnah lifted her head from the pillow and wiped her eyes. She knew her friend would want her to move on, to be happy, but it wasn’t easy. She wasn’t sure how long they were going to be staying here, but she hoped it would be long enough for her to heal a little. The gods knew she needed time to heal.

With shaky legs she walked over to a mirror and looked at her reflection. It was painfully obvious that she had been crying. Her normally bright yellow eyes were glassy and bloodshot, her cheeks were tear-streaked, and her hair was a rat’s nest.

The teeth of  her brush cut through her hair like that knife cutting her heart into pieces. She flinched every now and again, but eventually her hair was looking a little better. Maybe she could go dancing tomorrow…. Dancing was fun. She thought back to a night when they were all dancing at a tavern. She couldn’t remember the name of the tavern or the faces in the crowd, but Sildar’s laugh rang clear in her mind. She could describe exactly how his eyes sparkled, the way his shoes clicked against the floor, how his smile curled up perfectly at the edges. As the memory replayed in her head, a smile found its way onto Talnah’s face, and a single tear drop hit the bureau.

She would always missed him, gods she would never stop missing him, but she could always keep him in her memories. There she could always cherish him and remember who he was. He was a noble man who loved his home and everyone he came into contact with. He wanted the best for everyone, and she had no doubt that he would still want the best for her now…. She needed to be strong so she, Robin, and Ea could move on. They could have more adventures in Sildar’s memory, and by the gods she’d be the best tiefling she could be for him. She’d make him proud. She looked back into the mirror. It was odd seeing her hair brushed once more after it being a mess for days on end. She was one step closer back to being her old self.

Had Sildar thought her hair was pretty? She didn’t know why she thought of these things. She had always looked upon the human as a dear friend ever since the day they rescued him. They had done so much for him, and he always returned every ounce of kindness in tenfold.

Sildar had been just like the knight Talnah read about growing up. The once in shining armor that saved princesses and slayed dragons. They defeated evil wherever they went, and made sure justice followed in their wake.  Talnah hoped he had a happily ever after in the after life. She hoped…. She hoped that he was happy. She wanted to him to be happy above all else.

Eventually, the tiefling girl finished with everything she needed to take care of herself. She still looked like Talnah…. But something felt different. She still felt like a part of her was missing…. She stared at her reflection for a long time before yanking her gaze from the mirror.

Talnah left the room to join her friends in the common room.

A/N: I love writing D&D related stuff. Especially when it has to do with our characters XD Enjoy these Nezzy/Cal fics, FULL OF HEADCANNONS (with a bonus Talnah fic XD) ~Rue

Word Count: 1495

Drabble 1:

Nezzy could feel the newcomer’s eyes on her no matter where she walked in the inn. She didn’t dare take her chest plate off. She didn’t trust him enough not to. Red hair reflected her fiery nature, and the golden mask covering her face added to her intimidation, making people move out of her way left and right. Sid had informed her that the stranger was here due to some sort of blackmail, and that he’d be taking his leave soon. The tabaxi seemed to despise the man, and that made Nezzy extra wary.

She’d been walking down a corridor when a small noise caught her ear. Quickly, the scourge aasimar whipped around, and slammed the man’s hand to the wall. Fifty-two cards fell to the floor, like leaves from a tree. Her eyes bore into him from behind her mask and a growl escaped her lips, “Why are you following me?”

The man’s eyes were wide, she could sense the fear leaking from his being. He coughed and tried to put on a smile. “Hello Miss! I, I uh, I couldn’t help but notice you when you entered the tavern’s common area and I thought to myself, ‘Hey! There looks like a gal that might enjoy a card trick or two!’ So  I decided to approach you and see if you might like to… to uh… To see what wonderful tricks I have to offer!” the man rambled. Nezzy could only raise her eyebrow. Usually people started begging for their lived by now… But this man was talking to her about cards.

“You must realize how suspicious you sound right now,” she frowned, but letting him go nonetheless. Despite the mistrust she harbored, she could sense that the man was no threat to her, “What is your name?”

The man stared at her, seemingly dumbfounded, “My… Name?”

Nezzy crossed her arms.

“Oh of course! My name!” he laughed, “You can call me Cal. Now I believe it’s only fair of me to ask what a beautiful lady such as yourself may be called.”

Nezzy was silent for a moment, debating on what she should do, “You can call me Nezzy.” He didn’t need to know her real name. Not yet anyways. Her comrades knew her as Nezzy as well.

“Nezzy,” she heard Cal whisper. He seemed fixated on her name, but she couldn’t understand why. Then he bent down and picked up his cards. “Alright Ms. Nezzy! Pick a card! Any card!” he proclaimed, thrusting the cards at her. She stared at him before slowly picking up one of the cards, “Study it closely okay? Then put it back.”

Once she placed the card back into the pile, Cal started to shuffle the deck. He wiggled his fingers over the cards, smirking at the woman. Suddenly, he grabbed one of the cards and displayed it proudly to her. “Is this your card?”

Nezzy stared at the card for what seemed to be an eternity.  Then, she slowly met Cal’s gaze.

“No.”

Cal’s face dropped, “Fuck. Wait wait wait. Let me try again! Pick another card! I promise I’ll get it right this time.”

Nezzy sighed and did as he asked. Something told her this man wasn’t going away any time soon….

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Drabble 2:

Nezzy laid her head on Cal’s chest. She could hear the steady beat of his heart.

Lub Dub.

Lub Dub.

Lub Dub.

It was lulling to her. Her mask rested on the table and her silver eyes shimmered every now and again. For once, the scourge aasimar actually appeared calm and content.  She closed her eyes and let out a small sigh. She could feel Cal’s fingers gently coming through her hair. This was a feeling she’d never tire of. Cal.

Currently he was shuffling through his cards. He seemed nervous, but Nezzy didn’t really understand why.  He had no reason to be nervous around her any more. They had moved past that, or at least, that’s what she thought. “Why are you so fidgety? We can go out and spar. That will be guaranteed to take some of that energy out of you. It’s what my siblings and I did whenever we were nervous about something.”

Cal laughed and shook his head, “No no… I um… Actually.” He let out a sigh, “Would you mind picking a card? There’s this… New trick I want to try.”

Nezzy raised a curious eyebrow, but she did as he asked, “Alright Mr. Fidget Fingers. I’ll pick a card.” She roughly snatched a card from the deck and stared at it. The Queen of Diamonds.  She put the card back and smirked, “If you cheat, I’ll rip your spine from your body and wear it as a necklace.” Of course, that was just the aasimar’s way of jest.

“I know you would,” Cal laughed, starting to shuffle the cards.  He almost dropped the deck a few times, which Nezzy found odd. Was he really that nervous about getting a silly little trick right? Suddenly, he threw the cards about the room, startling Nezzy a bit.

“Why did you-?”

“Shhhhh. Close your eyes.”

Nezzy was still confused, but she did as Cal asked, letting her eyes close. She one of his hands stroke a strand of her red hair before wrapping around her. “Open your eyes,” he whispered.

What Nezzy saw shocked her. In front of her was a ring with one of the biggest diamonds she’d ever seen. She didn’t know where or how he got it, but she didn’t care.

“Nezzy…. Ara, would you-?”

She didn’t even let him finish. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against his. When she pulled away, she flipped the two of them over, lifting Cal into the air and laughing. “Of course you moron! How could I answer any other way?”  A smile stretched across her face, she couldn’t help herself. She was so happy! How could she not be happy? “For a while, I thought that I was going to have to be the one to propose!”

Cal laughed, he looked so relieved, Nezzy thought that he might actually cry for a moment. “I could never do that to you My Angel,” he said, pulling himself back down to meet Nezzy for another kiss.  “You are the most wonderful angel I could’ve ever asked for.”

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Drabble 3:

Talnah couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed before finally giving up. She huffed and sat up. Looking at each of her comrades. Tonight, they were lucky enough to find an inn to stay in. Robin sat by the window, Ea had fallen asleep in a chair clutching her bagpipes, and Sildar slept in the bed opposite of hers. Quietly, Talnah had decided to grab the key to the room and slip out, but not before wrapping her coat around herself.

She slipped down the stairs into the common room and looked around. It seemed so quiet compared to how busy it had been during the day… Of course a few drunks were still passed out at some of the tables, but she didn’t believe they would bring her any harm. The purple tiefling chose a rather comfortable seat by  a window and stared out at the moon. It was so bright and beautiful…. She couldn’t help but think of her family.

How were Mother and Papa fairing without her? Did they miss her? How were they  doing with all of the state affairs? Did they have someone to watch the house while they were away? She had so many questions and so little answers. She rested her head on her cheek and sighed.

Then there were questions about her birth family….

Talnah knew she was adopted. Her parents had told her at a young age. She had hoped that one day she’d get to meet her birth parents, but she’d never had any luck. It was as if they had disappeared into the wind of the night as soon as they had dropped Talnah off on the steps of the noblemen, crying and defenseless. Why had they left her? Had they not wanted her or was something more sinister in the works? Did she have any siblings?  What was her family like? Not that she didn’t love the parents she had, but it was impossible not to wonder about the life she hadn’t gotten to know.

She stared up at the moon, as if it would give her some sort of answer, but all the moon did was stare back.

Perhaps she could go and pick flowers for her friends, so that they could have a nice surprise when they woke up.  She could weave each of them a crown and put a smile on their faces… Yes. That seemed like a good idea.